The Brooklyn Uptown Connection

Lyrics

[Intro: Al Skratch] Yeah One, two, get ready 'Cause this is how we do it We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation To my nigga the low-down dirty drop-out from high school, Big Ill And me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch To my nigga LIC representin' Conspiracy Yeah Soundwave, break 'em off [Verse 1: Soundwave & Al Skratch] You say you never heard the Sound I'm about to break 'em off somethin' right now Open up your mind and let me in Knock-knock, who speaks in the voice of sin? Must drop to your knees, please just listen A tale of four black men reminiscin' I hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian The one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin' out partyin' Believe of the unseen 'cause you can see me not Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock Non-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin' 'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the mack Big Ill, LIC This is virtual reality A rap fantasy of the life of four beings Seen through the eyes of the one foreseein' (Yeah, yeah) Funkin 'em up, come on to the right I'm funkin' em up, come on to the left The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death [Chorus: Al Skratch & Ill Al Skratch] Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground? [Verse 2: Big Ill & Al Skratch] Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crossin' alki Stagger as I'm babblin', so, nigga, please don't doubt me When I was ten, they took my flick at the precinct Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent (Yeah) So don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic I kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic Ayo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin' I'll lump you up and leave you swollen, the mic that I'm holdin' is golden Patrollin' straight out the fiery pits I turn a page as my diary gets Deeper, I see this mack type figure, who is he? Bitches wanna know, so Ill get busy I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung Tu madre, tu quiere' mi bicho maricon That means your mama wanna suck my dick, faggot The bitch is a ho so you know I'm gonna bag it Yeah, we makin' moves over funky fat grooves And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news So who wanna gangbang? Tell me who could hang, slang Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang With the Glock you could swing on my block And I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast [Chorus: Al Skratch, Big Ill & Ill Al Skratch] Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground? Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground? [Verse 3: LIC] Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo Headcrackin' niggas like cee-lo Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter For a fronter tryna front, word to mother On a microphone alone in a zone of danger With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber (Yeah) Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon Bustin' more slugs than thugs indulge in drug sellin' I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases LIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses (Yeah, yeah) Just when I put the ambush to spots (Ooh, ooh) Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props (Ha) The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate (Ah) Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time Like a career criminal committin' crime after crime A gun-clapper, dipper dapper type of rapper LIC, code name come-off-the-head master Flowin' at a high velocity possibly MCs might snitch, call the cops on me But it's aight cause I got my peeps here with me LIC representin' Conspiracy [Outro: LIC] One love, baby The Uptown connection Ill and Al Skratch And the whole motherfuckin' crew I'm out